By the time Roy left, Edward had slipped into unconsciousness. He could smell nothing but the others cologne, and something else distinctively Roy that he couldn't put his finger on. He slept soundly through the night, although at some point Edwards pants and shirt ended up on the floor. Leaving him with only his boxer shorts as he sprawled out on his back across the bed. Half his face managed to get wedged under a pillow, the automail leg was kicked off the side of the bed, restored arm up over the pillow in the sunlight and his other somewhere under the blankets -- though the mound of blankets suggested that hand was possibly in his underwear.

When he began to wake up, he didn't even open his eyes. Immediately, he was hit like a truck by the headache that pounded in his head -- except his body was torn, because he could smell Roy as if he had his face buried in his chest(Thanks, pillow), his brain not sure whether it should be focusing on the morning wood or the hangover.

A groaned 'ugh, fuck' escaped Eds lips as he stirred slightly in a slow stretch.